So I watched Rise of the Planet of the Apes the other day.

Afterward I hugged my dogs, and feeling horribly guilty, asked them if they had good lives and if I was taking good enough care of them.

They said yes, but I still feel bad.

“Hey Tom, I’ll make you some fudge.”

“Thanks Molly, that’s uncharacteristically sweet of you. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, I just want to do something nice for a change. But I need that pan cleaned so I can make the fudge. So can you clean it?”

“Sure.”

“But to do that, you’ll need to empty the dishwasher and then re-load it, so you’ll have room to clean the pan.”

“Okay.”

“Alright Tom, I have to go get ready for the Relief Society activity, so will you mix all of these ingredients for me?”

“Sure.”

“Just keep mixing! I’m almost ready!”

…

“Okay Tom, thanks for mixing, I have to leave, so when the timer goes off you can stop mixing. Then just take it off the stove, mix in the chocolate and the marshmallow cream and the vanilla. You’re doing great. Bye, I love you!”

…

“Mmm, Tom, this fudge is delicious. Aren’t you glad I made it for you?”

Zoe isn’t big enough, so we went and got a Boxer/Great Pyrenees mix. He’s a puppy, but we’re hopeful that he’ll grow into a huge, man-eating dog the size of a house.

If you ask Molly, we got him so that at least one dog will love her (since Zoe is indifferent to her, and loves me). So don’t ask Molly. Just believe me.

I tried uploading pictures, but to no avail. Maybe we’ll Facebook them.

Yesterday I was talking to Molly as I drove home from work, and she said, “Drive safe.”

To which I replied, “You too. Uh, I mean, see you soon.”

A couple of days ago, a student brought a gun to the school where Molly student-teaches. She is perfectly safe, thankfully.

Yesterday, a bomb threat was called in at my building. We were all evacuated, so no worries.

What’s up with that?

Uncouth.

So the Frenchman left on Saturday, and we got a new dog on Saturday.

Quite frankly, I’m happier with the dog.

Molly is hosting a Frenchman for two weeks, and then she’ll head off to France for two weeks in May. His name is Vincent, and it’s been fun having him around so far.

We took him to Church yesterday, and I complimented him by telling him that he sings like an angel.

He complimented me back by saying that I sing like Darth Vader.

It’s been a budding relationship that I can only hope will influence future nations.

So I walked in and Molly told me to look at her computer. Confused, I looked at the jumble of letters and numbers that only William Moyes would be capable of understanding, and Molly pointed out to me the important bit:

She passed the science portion of the licensing exam to be a teacher.

This is pretty good news, because the only other section she needs to take now is easier than the first, so we figure she’s a shoe-in.

Hooray all around!

P.S. We’ll probably go out for dessert tonight if anyone wants to join us for a bit of celebration. Let us know!

Today was easily the worst Scouting experience I’ve ever had.

The kids were like little cannibalistic spider monkeys, screaming and hitting each other the entire time.  One child cried on three separate occasions, and he was the one who was hitting everyone else the most.

My personal favorite was at the very end, when I asked a Cub Scout to offer the closing prayer.  He closed his eyes, folded his arms, bowed his head, and said, “Dear Heavenly Father, please bless us that our Moms will be late so we can have more time at Scouts…”

I offered a very sincere prayer of my own right there.

The closing hymn for today’s Sacrament Meeting was #163 Lord, Dismiss Us with Thy Blessing.

Then the sister that gave the closing prayer said, “Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing”.

I turned to Molly and said, “Cliché”.